Wednesday, 7 October 2009

those questions







blinded by my colours
will you ever know
my flesh of night










.
.
Posted by at
Labels: , ,

28 comments:

  1. Unknown7 October 2009 at 02:41

    Flowers live and die as we do, facing the Sun and Night in turn, blooming and falling into irreparable despair.
    These photos say this to me and I thank you.

    ReplyDelete
  2. Line7 October 2009 at 02:43

    c'est simplement magnifique surtout la première photo en couleur, J'adore!!

    ReplyDelete
  3. Trée7 October 2009 at 02:58

    The top photo is wonderful. And the poem is delicious. So many shades of meaning in so few words. I suppose we are all blinded in our own ways.

    By the way, how are you able to post pictures so large on Blogger? All of mine are reduced to a much smaller size even though I select the "large" option.

    ReplyDelete
  4. swiss7 October 2009 at 03:20

    des fleurs noires peut-etre? ; )

    ReplyDelete
  5. A l a i n 7 October 2009 at 11:41

    Je ne sais quoi dire la nuit et noire comme tes cheveux ouverture et omble une métaphore en revers.

    ReplyDelete
  6. Roxana7 October 2009 at 16:22

    merc - i had thought "despair" was not so visible in these pictures, but it seems that it is. my friend gentle also told me something like this last night.
    i thank you for being here with me.

    ReplyDelete
  7. Roxana7 October 2009 at 16:22

    Line :-) merci de tout coeur!

    ReplyDelete
  8. Roxana7 October 2009 at 16:29

    Tree, usually i am not able of such brevity, but sometimes it seems that this is the only possible way -
    i am happy you liked it.

    to post larger pictures, you either need to make adjustments to your template, if you know how to work with html, or you can simply use the Simple 2 one - then you only have to resize pictures 800/600. but make sure you save your template first, in case something goes wrong or you don't like the new look. i can help you with that, if you need more explanations.

    ReplyDelete
  9. Roxana7 October 2009 at 16:30

    bien évidemment, Monsieur swiss!
    :-)

    ReplyDelete
  10. Roxana7 October 2009 at 18:22

    Allan, tu dis que tu ne sais pas que dire mais tu as écrit un vrai poème – que j'aime beaucoup beaucoup.

    ReplyDelete
  11. jeff7 October 2009 at 19:04

    Quelques lignes pour un texte simple et superbe, qui invite à...!
    Deux photographies sublimes !...
    Je suis sur le c.. à chaque visite de ton blog Roxana...!
    Il y a tant de sensualité dans ma vision de ces pétales que je peux en sentir... presque... le parfum... !
    Passer des couleurs sensuelles de la première photo, qui représentent pour moi comme une invitation de ce qui se voit, à quelque chose de plus intime et essentiel dans la deuxième photo proposé en noir et blanc est très excitant ! ! !...
    Exquis, sublime ! Cet art invite à l'ivresse des sentiments, à se laisser doucement et ardemment oublier dans le coeur de ces pétales ! ! !...

    Arriver à susciter autant d'émotions avec autant de minimalisme.... Waow !
    Vivement ce soir qu'il fasse nuit ! ! !

    Bises !...8:]

    ReplyDelete
  12. Kubla Khan7 October 2009 at 20:02

    Would "night of flesh" mean different to what you wanted to say?

    ReplyDelete
  13. Plum'7 October 2009 at 20:06

    Tout simplement magnifique...
    Je rejoins le commentaire de Jeff.
    Bises,
    K'line

    ReplyDelete
  14. Roxana7 October 2009 at 20:10

    hmmm, kubla - you like that better? for me it is very different, indeed - "flesh of night" is simpler and not so poignant as a metaphor, but more directly sensous, or erotic - "night of flesh" has the accent more on the symbolic (and more spiritual)aspects of the night, darkness - and then descends into the realm of flesh and blood. but it is very beautiful, yes. hmmm.

    ReplyDelete
  15. Prospero7 October 2009 at 20:55

    Suppose we walk together in the garden, under a crepuscular sky, in and out of rupicolous shadows, near desolate umbellules, dryed and frozen in time.

    I ask, "What grows in this garden?" With shortness of breath, you intuit that questions grow hither, far and near. Answers, in sympathetic allelopathy, are salubriously suppressed. As for the uncertainties, they flourish like dandelions in the soft light of Spring.

    But it is Autumn, now. Shall we continue this coeternal stroll? Shall each question be replaced by another? This night, by dint of habit, the dark granite sky showers the ground with an opal mist. The languid-looking tapestry, unhurriedly verdant, is duly replenished. Perhaps tomorrow, we shall walk again on the garden path, dearest.

    ReplyDelete
  16. Peter7 October 2009 at 21:47

    as soon as you peel off the flamboyancy of the colors, I see the pure structure of yours..

    Thanks. :p

    ReplyDelete
  17. Szerelem8 October 2009 at 02:56

    oh gorgeous! especially the very - almost disturbing - first reds.

    ReplyDelete
  18. Adelino Marques8 October 2009 at 17:48

    Pois é Roxana, ver o teu blog é sempre uma viagem...pelo sonho e a fantasia!
    É sempre um prazer ver , ora o jogo desses vermelhos muito teus ou do grão e do escuro que não é preto...
    É bom "viajar" contigo...

    ReplyDelete
  19. Roxana9 October 2009 at 01:53

    JEFF!!!!

    Alors là, devant cet orage d’enthousiasme et d’ivresse, qu’est-ce que je pourrais dire encore?... je suis heureuse, j’éclate de rire et je t’embrasse! :-)

    (non, sérieusement, tu me combles, Jeff, et cela me touche beaucoup, je n’ai jamais imaginé que mes humbles pétales puissent créer des états si intenses dans celui qui les regarde – ta sensibilité est extraordinaire !)

    ReplyDelete
  20. Roxana9 October 2009 at 01:53

    Chère K’line, j’ai de la chance avec toi, tu es si ouverte et si pleine d’émotion que mes photos se réjouissent elles-mêmes quand tu les regardes :-)

    ReplyDelete
  21. Roxana9 October 2009 at 01:58

    Prospero, on imagine alors:

    Il y a un jardin où les mots poussent comme des fleurs. Insoucieux du passé et de l’avenir, ils se promènent à l’ombre de ces mots ivres. De temps en temps ils trempent leur doigts dans la musique frémissante de ces parfums. L’écume des questions qui ne cherchent plus à être monte en eux. Il n’est pas encore tard, non, pas encore trop tard pour apprendre la limpidité de la plage, l’harmonie nouvelle des gestes possibles. Ils sourient.

    ReplyDelete
  22. Roxana9 October 2009 at 02:01

    Peter, wow - talking about that philosophic nature of yours, which seems to have decided to reveal itself :-P
    "pure structure of mine", if only i could find out what that is supposed to look like :-)

    ReplyDelete
  23. Roxana9 October 2009 at 02:02

    Sz!!!

    the first comment from the new home! :-)

    ReplyDelete
  24. Roxana9 October 2009 at 02:04

    Adelino, i am honoured... yes, our journeys together are full of beauty here, and understanding and warmth... as it should be.

    ReplyDelete
  25. jeff10 October 2009 at 01:01

    Et pourtant...!
    Je vais essayer d'être plus minimaliste dans mes propos...:)))
    Ily a des jours comme ça...

    Bises

    ReplyDelete
  26. Roxana10 October 2009 at 19:07

    Jeff, pourquoi plus minimaliste? j'adore voir (entendre? imaginer!) ton enthousiasme, ta facon de t'immerser ame et corps dans mes images...

    bises et a tres bientot :-)

    ReplyDelete
  27. Ffflaneur13 October 2009 at 21:07

    your colour magic has dazzled me into speechlessness :-)

    ReplyDelete
  28. Roxana17 October 2009 at 18:53

    ffflaneur, if all i knew about you was the profile picture, without even reading your blog, i would dare to say that that kind of speechlessness, that contemplative silence, fits you very well... (ah, and that magnificent red, i won't comment upon that! :-)

    ReplyDelete

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)